Chapter 110 The Call of the Living Buddha

At this time, Ouyang Qing suddenly remembered that blood inadvertently penetrated into the inkstone that night. Except for Zhang Ping and Tao Yuner, others didn't know it, so they said it for reference. Zhang Pingyuan didn't want to mention this, but since it was broken by Ouyangqing, he said a few words.

Now everyone's interest came again. Tao Huacheng frowned and turned the inkstone over and over again, as if he could find out the mystery. Liu Dahai was even more eager to try, trying to cut through his blood.

Tao Huacheng looked at his anxious look and told him to be more careful, so he let the young man test it.

I just heard Ouyang Qing say that the blood cut by Zhang Ping with a brush can nourish white smoke. He also cut his fingers with a brush and squeezed two drops of blood down. Sure enough, as Ouyang said, the blood penetrated into the inkstone and disappeared. The people next to him didn't believe in evil. The prince Shengsun Meixiang tried it, and it was generally the same.

Tao Huacheng turned his head and looked at Zhang Ping and said, "Zhang Ping, it seems that your blood is good. Why don't you try again so that everyone can get some inspiration from it?"

Zhang Ping was forced to be helpless, and he had to cut his fingers with a brush like last time. It took him a long time to squeeze down two drops. His heart was so good that his blood was very precious. So in accordance with the principle that it can't be wasted, when the blood was in close contact with the inkstone, the white smoke really rose, and Zhang Ping poked his eyes over again. Like last time, the cool feeling was very comfortable. Then this coolness was swallowed up by the power of the star, and he had not eaten valuable supplements for a long time.

Everyone was stunned by the white smoke. What kind of flat is this? Why is it always different from others? Ha ha, Fang Kexin pulled Zhang Ping's arm and shouted, "Sell it, sell it, sell blood and meat, the best Tang monk meat, don't miss it when you pass by!"

Suddenly, it caused a lot of laughter. Tao Huacheng said meaningfully to Zhang Ping, "Zhang Ping, you should take good care of your body, or someone will trouble you."

At this time, Sun Meixiang suddenly said, pointing to the inkstone and saying, "Look at this place, why do you faintly see red oozing?"

Everyone gathered around and took a look. Sure enough, in the center of the inkstone, a small piece of strange red was highlighted. It is red, as if it is not the ink of life, but a blood pool, especially the red light emitted there, which is vaguely fascinating and very beautiful.

Fang Kexin took a cold breath and leaned on Zhang Ping for fear. "This, isn't this all blood seeping in?"

Zhang Ping stroked her long hair and whispered, "Silly girl, how can it be so scary? In my opinion, it's the best cinnabar."

After meditating for a moment, Tao Huacheng also said, "Since this inkstone is placed together with the brush seal, it must be naturally matched. Whether it is a brush or a seal, it will not work without the inkstone. Now the key is what is the material in this inkstone. Since this rune is a Bon spell, what Zhang Ping just said is very reasonable. This set of things must be used by Bon wizards to draw spells. Zhang Ping, now it seems that only you can make this inkstone react. Can you try again to dip the brush in the cinnabar in the inkstone?

Zhang Ping had to obey his orders, but he was cautious that he did not use the true power of the stars. He simply picked up the brush and put it into the inkstone. Sure enough, there was no reaction, and there was no trace of ink.

Tao Hua saw this situation, but he was also expected. Then he ordered Tao Yuner and Ouyangqing to put it away and said in a low voice, "At this point, you can find out the best. You really can't find any clues, and you don't have to be discouraged. At least the beautiful scenery of Tibet is still worth visiting. Ouyang, after such a long time, everything is fixed. You also have to open it.

Ouyang Qing said with red eyes and said, "Master, don't worry, whether my father is still alive or not, I must find out the truth, mainly to give him an explanation."

Seeing that Ouyang's mood was very low, Tao Yuner changed the topic and talked about meeting Master Sang Jiedi in the Potala Palace. She talked about Zhang Ping's six-character truth and the things that Master Sang Jiedied gave them enlightenment, which made the rest of the people envious and aroused the interest in learning the six-character truth.

Zhang Ping had to reluctantly become a teacher again. Fortunately, the skill of exhaling is relatively simple, and the difficult thing is to practice persistently. Everyone laughed, and Ouyang's mood slowly improved.

The next day, Tao Huacheng took the opportunity to leave Lhasa, but Sanjie Renba stayed and helped them find clues together.

In the morning, a little lama found Zhang Ping and sent a message saying that Master Sanjieba invited him to go to Jokhang Temple. Zhang Ping asked if he could take someone there. The little lama said that the master did not ask for this, so he asked Zhang Ping to decide by himself.

After soliciting everyone's opinions, the group wanted to go to the Jokhang Temple. However, in view of the number of people, Zhang Ping finally took the three girls yesterday to see the master, and the rest of them also felt the charm of Jokhang Temple.

The Tibetan people have the Jokhang Temple first. Later, there is the city of Lhasa, and the Jokhang Temple has a central position in Lhasa. Not only geographically. It is also at the level of social life.

For the Jokhang Temple, there are also many beautiful legends. It is said that when the Jokhang Temple was built, it was flooded several times. Princess Wencheng explained that the whole Qinghai-Tibet Plateau was a supine Rasha girl, so Princess Wencheng said that the Jokhang Temple must fill the lake and build a temple. First, suppress the witch's heart. Then Princess Wencheng also recommended another twelve small temples to control the witch's limbs and joints in remote areas, and built a total of 13 temples.

According to the location chosen by Princess Wencheng, the lake must be filled first to build the temple. At that time, the main means of transportation was to rely on goats carrying bags containing sand and soil. In this way, the lake is filled in. It laid the foundation for the Jokhang Temple. Today's word Lhasa evolved from the Jokhang Temple.

A circle around the Sakyamuni Buddha Hall in the center of the Jokhang Temple is called "Bakaku", the outer wall around the Jokhang Temple is called the "Bakaku", and the street radiated outside the Jokhang Temple is called "Bakaku Street". That is, the Bajiao Street that Ouyangqing and others visited yesterday, with the Jokhang Temple as the center, the large circle including the Potala Palace, Yaowang Mountain and Xiaozhao Temple is called "Linguo". These three rings from the inside to the outside are the route entrance for Tibetans to pass through the ceremony.

Zhang Ping saw all the way that outside the Jokhang Temple, there were many devout Tibetans who kowtowed clockwise around the Jokhang Temple, reciting the six-character truth, holding their hands together and raising their heads and taking a step forward. Keep your hands closed and move to your forehead and take another step. Continue to fold your hands to your chest and take the third step. After his knees hit the ground, he fell to the ground all over his body, his palms were straight forward, and his forehead gently buckled to the ground. After getting up, it starts over and over again.

These devout Tibetans wear protective gear on their hands and knees, and their faces are full of wind and dust. When the body crawls on the ground, and the palm of the hand is pushed forward, it makes a rustling sound. Relying on a strong belief, it measures the land with the body, worships three steps, and slowly detours slowly. Even if it is just walking around the Jokhang Temple clockwise, it will take a long time.

Tibetan believers who are far away from all over the country, trek through the mountains and rivers, eat and sleep in the open air, and kowtow all the way. It may take several years to reach the holy place in their hearts. When you want to wade, you will also hit the wide distance of the river on the bank of the river, and then try to cross the river.

And next to the Jokhang Temple, there is also a group of Tibetans who kowtow in place, although they don't need to walk. But everyone thinks that you need to kowtow at least 10,000 times to express your inner piety.

When they went in, they happened to meet the Jokhang Temple!

The debate is a monk's debate on the theory of Buddhism, using one question and one answer to exchange Buddhist experience. The formation of the dialectical system in Tibet has a history of hundreds of years.

It usually takes 20 years or more to learn the Xianzong classics of Tibetan Buddhism to the Tantric classics. I'm afraid it is difficult to fully remember a large number of profound Buddhist classics by their own study alone. Therefore, the method of mutual questioning the scriptures is welcomed by monks, and at the same time, the monks are upgraded to high monks in turn. The way.

Zhang Pingren watched the debate with great interest. In front of the hall, two defense monks sat in the middle. There was a passageway left in the open space in front of him. Dozens of monks sat cross-legged in an orderly manner. From time to time, monks came out to interrogate the monks who answered the defense.

Every time you ask a question, the questioner takes a few steps back, swings the rosary with his right hand, puts it on his left arm, steps forward, raises his right hand high, pats his left hand hard, and makes a crisp clapping sound. This means that the wisdom of Manjushri Bodhisattva is around, and the crisp applause awakens the compassion and wisdom in people's hearts.

The defense monk is calm and smiles at every monk who is questioning. The calmness and calmness is quite like a group of Confucianism. It is also common for monks to use exaggerated body movements and fierce questioning tone to detonate the audience, making the tourists around can't help laughing.

At this time, Zhang Ping saw a corner in front of the hall from afar, and Master Sang Jiedi was nod to him.

After Master Sang Jieba entered the hall, the first thing Zhang Ping saw was the two huge Buddha statues on the left and right. On the left is the lotus student, the founder of the Red Church, the tantric master. On the right side is the future Buddha. On the right side of the entrance of the hall is a mural about the story of the construction of the Jokhang Temple. The mural vividly depicts the appearance of the early Potala Palace in the 7th century A.D. and the scene of filling the lake and building the Jokhang Temple.

Sang stab led them all the way, explaining the exquisite statues and murals. The door frame of the sandalwood and the exquisite carvings on it attracted Fang Kexin's eyes. With a gentle knock, it even made a metal sound, which was shocking.

They walked into the patio on the second floor. There was a wooden ladder in the northeast corner. They pushed open the small door on the third floor. This is the entrance to the golden roof. The third floor is usually not open to the public, and some monks at some levels also meditated here. After the master led them to a Zen room, he gently knocked on the door. A little lama opened the door for them and said, "Zhu Bigu, please come in."

The room is not big. There is an old monk sitting on a bed, dressed in a yellow lama costume and a conical yellow hat. He does not hold the meridian wheel used by lamas in his hand, but a string of Buddha beads. When the old man heard the footsteps, his slightly closed eyes slowly opened.

Sang stattering respectfully: "Zhu Bigu, this is the donor I'm talking about."

The old man nodded slightly and looked at Zhang Pingren. For a moment, Zhang Ping seemed to feel that he was invisible, and his whole body seemed to be seen through. He felt so uncomfortable. The same is true of the three women next to her. They were so looked at by the old man, as if they had encountered great pressure, which made people shudder and dare not speak.

The old man put away his eyes and stampled to Sang and said, "Take these girls to the next door first. I'll say a few words to the benefactor."

Sang stampled and agreed. When he came to Zhang Ping, he whispered deeply, "Lord, this is the living Buddha of Darami. You are very predestined to Buddha."

The waves in Zhang Ping's heart had not yet calmed down. He was just seen by the so-called Darami Living Buddha. The pressure on him was unprecedented, and there was even an impulse to worship on the spot.

When they went out, Darami Living Buddha looked at Zhang Ping: "Who is coming?"

Zhang Ping sweated heavily. Somehow there was a trace of laughter, which diluted the sense of oppression just now. He smiled and said, "living Buddha, I'm not a monk. I don't need to play riddles. I don't understand."

Darami's living Buddha smiled and said, "The benefactor is a great blessing. How can he not understand? Well, let me ask you, where did you get the six-character truth?

"Live Buddha, Master Sang Jieba also asked me this question yesterday. Do you think I'm fooling him?" Zhang Ping looks a little rogue.

"Haha, the donor is joking. Let me guess, the donor's body is very different from that of ordinary people. His physique is clear and clear, and he has a lot of innate aura. Could it be that the donor has practiced some heavenly way?

Zhang Ping felt a ling in his heart. This old monk is not simple.